Good Healer

Despite Elder Maeva's pronouncements and the lingering skepticism of some, Kray's reputation as a… different kind of healer continued to grow in Luma. He was no longer just Dray the Quack. He was, in the eyes of many, Dray the Miracle Masseuse, the Pleasure Healer. And even Elder Maeva, while publicly dismissive, couldn't entirely ignore the tangible results.

One blustery afternoon, as autumn began to paint the leaves in fiery hues, Elara returned to the farm, not with a twisted ankle this time, but with a different kind of ailment. Her usual cheerful vibrancy was dimmed, her eyes watery, her nose red and raw from constant blowing.

"Dray, I think I'm catching a chill," she croaked, her voice hoarse and strained. She coughed, a deep, rattling sound that resonated in her chest. "Been coughing all morning, and my chest feels all tight and… congested."

Kray's healer instincts, still nascent but undeniably present, kicked in. He examined her with a newfound confidence, placing a hand gently on her forehead, feeling for a fever. "You do feel a bit warm," he murmured, concern etching his brow. "Come inside, let's see what we can do."

He led her to the kitchen, now their de facto treatment room, and settled her onto the familiar stool. He remembered the System notification flashing "Pleasure… relaxation… accelerated natural healing." Chest congestion. Tense muscles. Stress on the respiratory system. It sounded like a perfect ailment for his unconventional healing.

"Lie back a bit, Elara," he instructed gently, positioning a cushion behind her back on the stool. "Let's see if we can loosen that congestion."

Elara leaned back, her breathing shallow and labored, her cough interrupting her words. "Anything… anything would be better than this… racking cough."

Kray began cautiously, placing his hands on her chest, just below her collarbone. He focused on the [Pleasure] skill, the now-familiar tingling energy flowing into his fingertips. He started with light, soothing strokes, moving in gentle circles, trying to ease the tightness in her chest muscles.

Elara's initial reaction was a slight flinch, perhaps from the tenderness of her congested lungs. But as Kray continued to massage, the soothing warmth of the [Pleasure] skill began to work its magic. Her tense chest muscles started to relax, her breathing easing slightly. He moved his hands to her upper back, kneading gently along her spine, focusing on the muscles connected to her ribcage.

As he worked, Elara's cough subsided, becoming less frequent, less violent. Her breathing became deeper, more regular. Soft sighs escaped her lips, sounds of genuine relief replacing the strained gasps of earlier. Her body, which had been tense with discomfort, started to melt into the stool, relaxing under his touch.

The pleasure aspect of the massage, however, was also becoming more pronounced. As Kray's hands moved across her chest and back, he could feel the subtle warmth radiating from her skin, the faint tremor of her breath, the almost imperceptible shift in her posture as she surrendered to the pleasurable sensations.

He focused on her chest, kneading gently between her ribs, trying to loosen the congestion that was making her breathing so difficult. He could feel the subtle tension in her respiratory muscles, the tightness in her chest cavity. He channeled the [Pleasure] energy, visualizing it dissolving the congestion, opening up her airways, bringing soothing relief.

Elara's sighs deepened, bordering on soft moans. Her skin flushed a delicate pink, her eyes fluttering closed. Her breathing became even slower, deeper, almost hypnotic. The rattling cough, which had been her constant companion just moments before, had faded to an occasional, weak tickle.

"Oh, Dray…" she murmured, her voice breathy and distant, as if she were drifting in a pleasant dream. "That feels… so… open." Her hand fluttered up and rested lightly on his forearm, a small, involuntary gesture of gratitude.

Kray continued massaging, lost in the rhythm of his touch, the flow of energy, the subtle cues from Elara's body. He was acutely aware of her closeness, the warmth of her skin, the faint scent of cinnamon and flour that always clung to her. The pervert side of him was stirring, undeniably, but it was also intertwined with a genuine sense of healer's satisfaction, a deep-seated pleasure in bringing her relief, in witnessing the tangible effects of his unconventional skill.

Then, as he finished the massage, gently withdrawing his hands, Elara's eyes fluttered open. They were bright, clear, no longer watery and strained. A soft smile touched her lips, a genuine, radiant smile that chased away the lingering shadows of illness.

She sat up straighter, taking a deep, cleansing breath, her chest expanding fully, without the rattling cough that had plagued her earlier. "Wow, Dray," she breathed, her voice stronger now, clearer, "that's… incredible. My chest feels so much lighter! The cough… it's almost completely gone!" She laughed softly, a relieved, joyful sound. "You're a miracle worker, Dray, a real miracle worker!"

And then, before Kray could even respond, before he could process the wave of satisfaction and slightly perverted thrill washing over him, Elara did something completely unexpected. In a rush of gratitude, of delighted relief, of perhaps even a touch of… delirious pleasure, she leaned forward and impulsively pressed a kiss to his cheek.

It was a quick, light kiss, barely more than a brush of her lips against his skin, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through Kray. He froze, his cheeks flushing crimson, his heart hammering in his chest. Elara, oblivious to his inner turmoil, simply beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

"Thank you, Dray," she said, her voice overflowing with sincerity. "Thank you so much. You've made me feel like a new woman." She stood up, stretching, taking another deep breath, her movements fluid and effortless. The cough was truly gone.

As Elara turned to leave, another notification flashed in Kray's vision, this one distinct, highlighted, almost celebratory.

[+2 Love Points (LP) gained! (Kiss)]

Kray's eyes widened in stunned disbelief. Kiss? Love Points from a kiss? He instinctively checked his status, his fingers trembling slightly.

Name : Kray(18)

Class : Healer

Level : 2 (0/20)

Love Points : 9

Skills : [Pleasure : Lvl 2]

Healing through an affectionate kiss? It was… even more unconventional, even more perverted, than he could have imagined. And yet, undeniably, it was there. Another healing skill, unlocked by… a kiss. Elara's impulsive, grateful kiss.

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through Kray's mind. LP skills weren't just about personal gain, about accumulating points and unlocking… other skills. They were also healing tools. Kiss. Massage. Lovemaking. Ecchi moments. They weren't just about pleasure; they were about love, in all its messy, complicated, and undeniably potent forms.

Perverted ideas, of course, immediately ignited in his mind. Kissing clients for healing? Intentionally triggering "ecchi moments"? The possibilities were… tantalizing, and deeply ethically questionable. But intertwined with the perverted thoughts was a nascent sense of responsibility. These weren't just pleasure skills; they were healing skills. And he, as a healer, had a duty to use them effectively, responsibly, and… perhaps, with a touch of perverted enjoyment along the way. The path of the Pervert Healer was becoming increasingly complex, increasingly alluring, and increasingly… his own.

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Chapter 9.1: Kiss of Healing (Uncensored)